I decided to take in a pet when I had no way to take care of him aside from feeding him and playing with him. I took no account into vet visits in case something happens, or the responsibility of being here for him for a good amount of time every day. I stayed out for two days with him locked away in his cage and now he has a mark under his neck which I think may be mites. I don’t know what I’m going to do and I hate myself for putting this poor creature through this. I feel terrible right now.
We’re all inchworms. Forced to crawl and pull and work tirelessly to achieve a goal we don’t need. Forced to come to terms with the fact that we aren’t caterpillars, and we won’t blossom into butterflies
endlessbreathing asked: hey there sexy boy
o hey there beautiful :)
Where am I going to post my stupid shit that no one cares about? Where am I going to read children’s petty drama? What am I going to do with myself?!?
